Stop Playin lyrics

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Ay, lil n*gga stop playing
Tell the motherf*cking truth
You know you really ain't gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don't really got juice
n*ggas lying in the booth
You ain't out there with the gang
You ain't out there with the crew
n*gga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real n*ggas don't salute
Tell the motherf*cking truth

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
Ay, I ain't triggered off these hoes n*gga I say the cake
Stupid Young turn on the fate, can't name the date
Why these n*ggas acting like they riding with thangs and case
n*gga the biggest gun you ever saw was .38
We ride around tryna do a n*gga dirty plates
Caught him coming at his house said 638
Fully automatic rounds, that's the dirty cake
Disappear before the police came, sh*t was way too late
I don't think they really know it, we been beefing
I don't think they won't beef, just sticking vegan
Ran up a bag, they blew a bag, anemics
In a hell cap, putting work on the demon
We gon get the score, f*ck being even
When we slide, we gon make sure there ain't nobody breathing
Baby Nate put it, use some cold season
All these n*ggas capping, they be lying for no reason
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Stop playing
Tell the motherf*cking truth
You know you really ain't gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don't really got juice
n*ggas lying in the booth
You ain't out there with the gang
You ain't out there with the crew
n*gga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real n*ggas don't salute
Tell the motherf*cking truth

[Verse 2: Celly Ru]
Ay, top shadow with a burner on my waist, same
Age, we ain't grow up, why you throwing up my gang
Got it on me, if I pull it, I'mma shoot a n*gga flame
f*ck this fame, think I'm playing, I'mma show you what I'm saying
Ay, roadrunner, freak a lil crazy, that's a cold gunner
Smoke something, one of mines, going into a cold summer
Fo some peers, come and ask you, you don't know nothing
Tell a cousin blood name, solid here you don't gon f*ck
Hunnet shots, come from 34 hunnet block
f*ck yo block, you can die, if you ain't one of mine f*ck yo lives
Spend along, I ain't got it on me, lil homie pops
Stand over n*gga still nick blick but it was only socks
Stop playing, you just rapping, you was not banging
Eyes closed, when that n*gga shot, he was not aiming
I tap in with the Asians when I cap cater
Bought it in the morning and we finished it a block later
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Lil n*gga stop playing
Tell the motherf*cking truth
You know you really ain't gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don't really got juice
n*ggas lying in the booth
You ain't out there with the gang
You ain't out there with the crew
n*gga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real n*ggas don't salute
Tell the motherf*cking truth

[Verse 3: Teejay3k]
Ay, you ain't really with the sh*ts
You ain't no bust, you a b*tch
You gon floss for a bizz
But you flawer than a b*tch
Come on down for a hit
Put a hole through yo 'fit
From the south to the west, me and Young, we the best
b*tch I'm coming for yo head, ain't no need for no vest
If I gotta pull up, then I'm leaving a mess
And before I hit that door, I gotta leave with my tec, ay
f*ck that other sh*t, I don't get into that monyo
Pull that 4 on that tec, got me long gone
You a b*tch, I know it when you told them
And I can't f*ck with you, n*gga get your roll on
You ain't get it from the dirt
If you scared, go to church, f*ck around and get hurt (n*gga)
f*ck around and get a merc
I ain't put them on the shirt, I put them in the Earth
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Lil n*gga stop playing
Tell the motherf*cking truth
You know you really ain't gonna shoot
Why you acting like the man?
You don't really got juice
n*ggas lying in the booth
You ain't out there with the gang
You ain't out there with the crew
n*gga do it to look cute
You just do it for the fame
Real n*ggas don't salute
Tell the motherf*cking truth